Luyện nghe bài hát Morticiachair

Now, talk about the time
I had this in my apartment
Right there in front of the living
As an open to strangers
(A machine might show)

like a face
Waiting for a telephone call of a beloved
She is in a and it's California
been there for quite a while

I've got no
got no presents

Drop the phone, take the
And come back home
Drop the phone, take the
And come back home

Drop the phone, take the
And come home again
Drop the phone, the plane
And come back again
Drop the phone, the plane
And back home again

She knows where she
When she for the doorknob
She where she rolls
When she goes for the

By the time of my second car crash I got wired
Like in the days I cut myself up a razor-blade
Oh nostalgia, lost in so many ways
I know what to think of him

Ah, maybe I think too much, I don't so
Fell madly in love with a of beautiful ears
It's a variation
Had long and boring conversations nothing
Talked so much, I bored to death
And the more I talk, the more I turn a vegetable

God, I'm such a

She where she rolls
When she for the doorknob
She where she rolls
she goes for the doorknob

She knows where she
When she goes for the
She where she rolls
When she goes for the

I'll behave, you shame me?
I'm into deep, won't you me?
I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm deep, won't you shame me?

of orange, orange
Little Christ, I'm in her bath-tub,
Consulted, consulted,

She where she rolls
When she for the doorknob
She where she rolls
When she goes for the

She where she rolls
When she for the doorknob
She where she rolls
When she for the doorknob

I'll behave, you shame me?
I'm deep, won't you shame me?
I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

I'll behave, won't you me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?
behave, won't you shame me?
I'm into deep, you shame me?

Information,
I'm bored,